"Becca stopped breathing, stopped moving, stopped existing for the briefest of moments before she slid her cool mask back into place and held her wris... to Karrina's mouth.The girlfriend didn't miss a thing. "Not that kind of partner, sweetie," she whispered. "They're in the FBI."Dana gave one of those one-syllable laughs like "heh" and shook her head. "You thought I meant... no. One psychopath is enough for me.”Becca tried to put all her focus in making sure enough blood was getting into. The bottom of the T-shirt covered the breasts but just barely as it showed a bare midriff. This made it very easy for the gal to pull up the top with one hand showing her tits for beads while still holding her drink in the other hand.Josh gave it to his wife and suggested that she wear it tonight for the grand finale party of Mardi Gras on the streets of the French Quarter.They took a nap that afternoon to rest up for tonight's activities. Catrina showered and dressed. She wore her favorite. The difference was that, as she moved her mouth to envelope his rigid member ... she actually wanted to do it.He groaned, like the others had groaned, but his hands merely rested on her wet hair, rather than gripping it and forcing her to continue. He didn’t fuck her face with his prong. He simply enjoyed what she was offering.She stopped for two reasons. One was to see what his reaction would be. She hoped he would not become angry, or slap her and demand she continue. The other reason was. The seatbelt probably saved me from grievous injury.We topped a hill and surprised a small herd of antelope lying in the grass, sending them zig-zagging off at an incredible speed. By the time we came around the foot of a hill and skidded to a stop, it was pretty obvious to me why the Land Cruiser looked so beat up. To Cheyenne’s way of thinking, it was simply a tool, and meant to be used hard.She handed me the toolbox and pointed up the hill to a sandstone outcropping. “It’s right up there. Be.